Cryptic Conoor
The sudden screech of the tyres got me up from my faintly knitted sleep. There was a roar of thunder with a hint of momentary rains. Adding to this, the treble touched brake of the car with a bus moving ahead added a fearful clip to the surrounding. The past 5 days moved like an unfolding screenplay in the mind as I saw raindrops cuddling the car. It was 3 days that we were waiting for the monsoon, but it came at a time where we couldn't embrace it. The journey back to Coimbatore airport was a one with the feeling of an end to a wonderful trip. Alongwith the pot pie which we had for lunch at The Culinary while departing, the flashes of the Taj blinked rapidly in the mind which refused yet again to skid to the mechanics of Mumbai. Tripping back to the past 5 days while gazing at the Ghats around, it felt like an end of a visual and emotional symphony. A condign escapade had just faded. When we departed from Bangalore after a fast paced two day trip which included a multitude of